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Totoro’s expression froze when it seemed as though Void reached right into their mind and plucked out their thoughts. They were certain they hadn’t given away the nature of said thoughts through their facial expressions or body language, so how had he known what they were thinking? Now they fell truly ill at ease, a fairly alien feeling to the merry little wolf.

Despite being an avid listener, Totoro truthfully did not hear much of what Void had to say otherwise. Their ears were ringing a little. They took a step back, their discomfort much more obvious now. If not for the ominous subject matter, Totoro might have been fascinated by this evident sorcery, especially with their upbringing. But there was something deeply unsettling about this wolf.

Please extend my sincere apologies to Rodyn, they said, but I have to be going.

Totoro didn’t feel they owed Void an explanation, though very likely he could sort it out for himself, especially if he could read minds. Totoro offered a polite curtsy, then dipped and retreated with some haste, their pale heels kicking up sand as they returned to the neighboring beach.